trying out her new wishbone bike / reading to Poet; a tiny eyes doll complete with a top knot, a pocket dress and leather buckle shoes.
Late last night you lay on my chest and cuddled in - we stayed there till you fell to sleep. I was reminded, so vividly, of our meeting two years ago; for the first two hours of your life you clung to me, eyes wide, taking me in. It's one of my most cherished memories - getting to know you, trying to fathom that you were actually here, my dark-haired, cherub-lipped girl. I hope you cuddle in on every birthday eve, just so we can reminisce.
Happiest birthday, Poet Winter. We LOVE you! x